Category: Art

  • Calling Up (Rite of Passage 2/2)

    [Continued from Part 1] I wake up, not quite able to remember how I got here, or how long I’d been asleep. I’m not even sure I’m awake now — it is pitch dark, and I have that drowsy, warm feeling I have right when I’m on the edge of…

  • Calling Out (Rite of Passage 1/2)

    March 20, 2005 [Inspired by Chapter 3 of Healing the Masculine Soul] As usual, I’m lying on the couch reading, with our dog Rajee by my side.  Probably a Hardy Boys or Tom Swift Jr. novel; maybe an Isaac Asimov sci-fi story.  I rarely play outside or have friends over.…

  • Our Father, Part Punk

    I’ve been experimenting with paraphrasing the Lord’s prayer to capture various perspectives. Today, somewhat unintentionally, I used the Lord’s prayer to help me cope with unmitigated rage. The result came out rather like a punk rock song. A bit unorthodox, but somehow I think the Psalmist would approve. [Read more]…

  • Our Father, Part III

    Yet another take on the Lord’s Prayer, this one from the first person volitional perspective of “I want.”

  • Our Father, Part II

    Another take on the “Our Father.” This one perhaps more from the heart, and less from the head.

  • Our Father

    On Geekz2Men, my friend Robby Butler of TheMissionNetwork suggested praying the Lord’s prayer daily, in our own words, to gain a better understanding of what Fatherhood and Manhood are. Here’s what I came up with, with a little help from Chris Hahn.

  • Wrestling for My Name

    September 28, 2004 I step onto the field.  Though the night is dark,  I see my Opponent waiting for me, the Author of all my miseries.  I flex my hands, eager for the combat. “Mal’ak,” I cry.  “Step aside, or face my wrath.” My Opponent does not move.  He does…

  • The Prize Cow

    The Prize Cow

    March 29, 2004 A dramatized account of a dream I had last night… Ellie Mae was the first girl ever chosen for the annual egg-spinning contest with the rival high school in her rural Kentucky town. And she wasn’t happy about it. The contest was supposedly based on some high-falutin’…